Senior Chief Superintendent David Whiteman QPM sat comfortably on a hard wooden form in the witness waiting room outside Courtroom 2. And by “comfortably” I mean in his case erect, composed and angular, like the sharp creases pressed into his uniform trousers. A small portfolio of burnished leather sat on his lap. His hands rested open and at ease atop the case. He looked straight ahead. If fat, battered women with children to different fathers distracted him, he showed no sign. After all, this was the Adelaide Magistrates Court, the destination of complaints such women brought daily to the officers…